When we are talking about nothing, I
am talking about you. For instance, when
the weather complicates things, you sweep my
legs from under me. You lift me and then
settle me down somewhere. Regularly
one of us discovers, behind us, not
much happening. It matters what we see,
but still more, what sees itself in us. What-
ever keeps happening next, I see no
alternative to small joy in small things,
to nodding along like the sky nodsso
whitely and muffled. How lightly love swings
through our atmospheresa trapeze of small
knots tending, but not managing, to fall.
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Issue 52
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Editor's Note
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Poetry
- Mark Aiello
- Victoria Anderson
- Jeremy Bass
- Michael Blumenthal
- Alan Britt
- Sherry Chandler
- Regina Colonia-Willner
- Richard D. Hartwell
- RJ Hooker
- Jack Israel
- Betsy Johnson-Miller
- Roger Jones
- Marilyn McCabe
- Robert Andrew Perez
- Seth Perlow
- Glenis Gale Redmond
- Robin Richardson
- James Silas Rogers
- Jordan Smith
- Bruce Taylor
- Michael Wynn
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Essay
- Kurt Brown LONG STORY SHORT: Techniques Of Fiction In Poetry
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Book Review
- David Rigsbee reviews "Lucky Coat Anywhere"
by Michael Burkard
- David Rigsbee reviews "Lucky Coat Anywhere"